Ever wondered what it would be like to give erotic massage as a job? Well about 12 months ago I had an insight to how guys must see their job and my conclusion is 'they are just men'!
My wife and I had talked about getting her an erotic massage for years. Having sex frequently we would often talk dirty at the idea of a man with the physique she desired, having his hands all over her and going the distance. I was always turned on by the prospect but as the years rolled on I began to entertain the idea. With all the talk over time the execution would be relatively simple, what she would wear and where it would happen. The search began and our excitement boiled over at the thought that it was going to happen. My wife Dee made it her priority to find masseuses online that would fit her criteria. For me the event became dirtier in my mind and fantasy took over, I wanted to see my wife used and I could barely contain my excitement either.
Finally a breakthrough some 2 weeks later and Dee made contact with one Mark. His profile showed a guy with a good 6'2 body and all the right credentials of a professional and testimonials. We exchanged emails for 2 or 3 days outlining do's and don'ts and Mark held a true honourable outlook on his profession. We made a date and the scene was set in a nice hotel on the other side of the city.
The Friday afternoon had arrived and in all the excitement Dee was like putty. I took the opportunity to make sure she was dressed the way i wanted, to present her. I encouraged her to wear a very short flowing skirt with a white shirt braless. The shirt was far more see through from a distance than it was up close in the mirror at home so i made sure she wore it walking out the house. Dee's nerves were not getting the better of her, If she was blabbering she was very quiet . Before long we arrived at the hotel and I couldn't see where to park so I pulled into the valet in front of the hotel and asked my wife to go in and find out where we should park. Dee hesitantly got out of the car knowing full well her outfit was a little revealing and I knew better that her shirt would surely give her onlookers a show. When Dee returned to the car I noticed the small groups of men around the entrance blatantly stare at Dee. She walked out briskly looking at the pavement and her big DD's bouncing in a sheerish white shirt. Usually this would have been enough for my wank bank for the next few weeks but not today, my wife was the prey!
We went upstairs and settled into our room and discussed where she should be when he knocked at the door. I took the opportunity to take some photos of my wife to mark the occasion. Dee was so reved up she just needed something to take the edge off so I gave her my hard cock to suck on. Without hesitation she was kneeled before me, surely thinking about what she was about to receive. I allowed Dee to suck me franticly and milk my balls dry and within moments she seemed pacified. I decided to have a quick shower as we weren't expecting the masseuse for another 50min so i left Dee in a bit of a tizzy as she was now hungry to be finished off. From the shower I heard a knock at the door. I paused in the shower to hear as much as I could. All i could hear were muffled voices of a man and Dee. I attempted to finish my shower quickly so i could investigate who it might be thinking Mark the masseuse may have been early. by the time i was done the voice had gone and i inquisitively asked Dee who it was? Dee responded that it was the guy from reception that had forgotten to give us the key to the spas and needed a few more signatures. This didn't seem customary practise but I'm sure he had his second look at my wife especially if she was bent over the coffee table signing forms! As Dee told me why he had come into the room her smile was mischievous and I know she did something!
It was now 25min until he arrived and 'knock knock'...there it was. Our professionally keen masseuse had arrived. I made a confident approach and shook his hand while introducing my unusually demure wife. With a little small talk he began setting up his table and chatting about stuff I wasn't even listening to. As I watched Mark seemed to be not as well versed as I thought he may. He looked for the latches on the table and fumbled about his bag. I was beginning to think he was not as 'long time in the game' as his online profile made out. Nevertheless we went on and he asked Dee to remove her clothes behind a towel he held up and place herself on the table. This done he placed the towel over her ass without taking a peek. With a dim lit room he poured oil on her back and began while loosening off his belt and 2 buttons on his shirt.
